"Yes, sir."
"Very rummy and dashed disturbing!"
"Will there be anything further to-night, sir?"
Of course, if he was going to be as bally unsympathetic as that there was nothing to be done. My idea had been to show him the cable and ask his advice. But if he was letting those purple socks rankle to that extent, the good old _n.o.blesse oblige_ of the Woosters couldn"t lower itself to the extent of pleading with the man. Absolutely not. So I gave it a miss.
"Nothing more, thanks."
"Good night, sir."
"Good night."
He floated away, and I sat down to think the thing over. I had been directing the best efforts of the old bean to the problem for a matter of half an hour, when there was a ring at the bell. I went to the door, and there was Cyril, looking pretty festive.
"I"ll come in for a bit if I may," he said. "Got something rather priceless to tell you."
He curveted past me into the sitting-room, and when I got there after shutting the front door I found him reading Aunt Agatha"s cable and giggling in a rummy sort of manner. "Oughtn"t to have looked at this, I suppose. Caught sight of my name and read it without thinking. I say, Wooster, old friend of my youth, this is rather funny. Do you mind if I have a drink? Thanks awfully and all that sort of rot. Yes, it"s rather funny, considering what I came to tell you. Jolly old Caffyn has given me a small part in that musical comedy of his, "Ask Dad." Only a bit, you know, but quite tolerably ripe. I"m feeling frightfully braced, don"t you know!"
He drank his drink, and went on. He didn"t seem to notice that I wasn"t jumping about the room, yapping with joy.
"You know, I"ve always wanted to go on the stage, you know," he said.
"But my jolly old guv"nor wouldn"t stick it at any price. Put the old Waukeesi down with a bang, and turned bright purple whenever the subject was mentioned. That"s the real reason why I came over here, if you want to know. I knew there wasn"t a chance of my being able to work this stage wheeze in London without somebody getting on to it and tipping off the guv"nor, so I rather brainily sprang the scheme of popping over to Washington to broaden my mind. There"s n.o.body to interfere on this side, you see, so I can go right ahead!"
I tried to reason with the poor chump.
"But your guv"nor will have to know some time."
"That"ll be all right. I shall be the jolly old star by then, and he won"t have a leg to stand on."
"It seems to me he"ll have one leg to stand on while he kicks me with the other."
"Why, where do you come in? What have you got to do with it?"
"I introduced you to George Caffyn."
"So you did, old top, so you did. I"d quite forgotten. I ought to have thanked you before. Well, so long. There"s an early rehearsal of "Ask Dad" to-morrow morning, and I must be toddling. Rummy the thing should be called "Ask Dad," when that"s just what I"m not going to do. See what I mean, what, what? Well, pip-pip!"
"Toodle-oo!" I said sadly, and the blighter scudded off. I dived for the phone and called up George Caffyn.
"I say, George, what"s all this about Cyril Ba.s.sington-Ba.s.sington?"
"What about him?"
"He tells me you"ve given him a part in your show."
"Oh, yes. Just a few lines."
"But I"ve just had fifty-seven cables from home telling me on no account to let him go on the stage."
"I"m sorry. But Cyril is just the type I need for that part. He"s simply got to be himself."
"It"s pretty tough on me, George, old man. My Aunt Agatha sent this blighter over with a letter of introduction to me, and she will hold me responsible."
"She"ll cut you out of her will?"
"It isn"t a question of money. But--of course, you"ve never met my Aunt Agatha, so it"s rather hard to explain. But she"s a sort of human vampire-bat, and she"ll make things most fearfully unpleasant for me when I go back to England. She"s the kind of woman who comes and rags you before breakfast, don"t you know."
"Well, don"t go back to England, then. Stick here and become President."
"But, George, old top----!"
"Good night!"
"But, I say, George, old man!"
"You didn"t get my last remark. It was "Good night!" You Idle Rich may not need any sleep, but I"ve got to be bright and fresh in the morning.
G.o.d bless you!"
I felt as if I hadn"t a friend in the world. I was so jolly well worked up that I went and banged on Jeeves"s door. It wasn"t a thing I"d have cared to do as a rule, but it seemed to me that now was the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party, so to speak, and that it was up to Jeeves to rally round the young master, even if it broke up his beauty-sleep.
Jeeves emerged in a brown dressing-gown.
"Sir?"
"Deuced sorry to wake you up, Jeeves, and what not, but all sorts of dashed disturbing things have been happening."
"I was not asleep. It is my practice, on retiring, to read a few pages of some instructive book."
"That"s good! What I mean to say is, if you"ve just finished exercising the old bean, it"s probably in mid-season form for tackling problems.
Jeeves, Mr. Ba.s.sington-Ba.s.sington is going on the stage!"
"Indeed, sir?"
"Ah! The thing doesn"t hit you! You don"t get it properly! Here"s the point. All his family are most fearfully dead against his going on the stage. There"s going to be no end of trouble if he isn"t headed off.
And, what"s worse, my Aunt Agatha will blame me, you see."
"I see, sir."
"Well, can"t you think of some way of stopping him?"
"Not, I confess, at the moment, sir."
"Well, have a stab at it."
"I will give the matter my best consideration, sir. Will there be anything further to-night?"
"I hope not! I"ve had all I can stand already."